Voodoo Ink

It came in broad daylight....from hell's deepest reach
It came dressed up in flags....lying through it's teeth
It asked for your allegiance; i could not count the raised hands

Chorus:
And what I wanna know....
Do you ever even the score?
With the blood that gets shed, counting the dead?
In the endless war?

Do the math in the battlefields; count the coffins they load
Bloodshed begets bloodshed...thus saith the Lord
Revenge is always just a scratch below everybody's skin

Now every bullet was spent....knives back in their sheaths
Widows grieving, dressed in black wandering the streets
It's all voodoo ink...stained by a mother's tears